*images adopted from the movie Babel
Watched Babel
Sons of a Morocco farmer were given a hunting rifle to keep the wolves away from their goats. The boys played with it shooting a bus far away. The bullet went to shoulder of an American tourist. Hided the rifle, prayed not to be found, were finally got into a chase and gun shoots by the police.
They were supposed to prey, and they played, then prayed, then were preyed. Like you'll never know what a mindless move you made would trigger, nor where the day will bring you. By reading this post you pulled a trigger, and I did mine writing it. The bullet may hit a tree trunk, or a supermarket trolley, or the dark side of the moon, or somebody's chest. Right, like you never know.
